Wrote this for Sarem... With Much Love... -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Fool’s grave
In the cradle of my death
I hate writing with your hands
I hate thinking with your mind
I hate speaking with your tongue
Because all you have to offer
is a lie
Fool’s grave
In the backyard of my house
Do I bury my bones there as well?
Or do I hope for a better end?
I hate your fucking nerves
You bid me farewell
while I lie half naked in my confusions
Fool’s grave
In the barren plains of my heart
where I’ve buried more, resurrected a few
thinking I shall be dead
And follow your infant trail
while I walk unto oblivion
thinking you’re still here
Fool’s grave
In the spill of my dreams
around the corners of my memories
deepened in the earth of my thoughts
where you shall always live
And echo within my walls
“I am your biggest fan alive”
20.06.04
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